"Pancakes sound good, but that might make me too bloated when we go to Marseille. I think I'd like scrambled eggs and bacon and maybe some fried potatoes."

"I can cook that."

"No. Not this morning. This morning I want…something else from you." She bit her lower lip and saw his eyes darken.

"Is it my dick that you want?" he asked openly.

Her eyes became hooded. "Yes."

He reached into his pocket and withdrew a sleeve of condoms. "Then you might want ...